1 My heart its incense burning,
I'll offer thanks and praise,
Now with return of morning,
And through all future days;
I'll praise Thee on Thy throne,
Great Source of ev'ry blessing,
My song to Thee addressing
Through Christ, Thy only Son.

2 Thy mercy claims my praises!
This kept me through the night;
And now from sleep it raises,
To greet the dawning light.
This, too, it is that hath
My many sins forgiven,
Which in the face of heaven
So oft provoked Thy wrath.

3 In mercy still direct me
Throughout the coming day:
From Satan's wiles protect me,
From sin, and from dismay:
Defend from fire and storm,
From want and every weakness,
From sorrows and from sickness,
From sudden death's alarm.

4 Let angels keep their stations,
Nor cease their guard of me,
Averting all temptations
Which draw my soul from Thee!
Thy shield hold Thou above!
Then nothing shall distress me;
To duty I'll address me,
Rejoicing in Thy love.